Unnoticed, beside the hedge,
I watched them embrace.
She, body arching, silk snapping,
oblivious in her white-hot passion.

He, all the while, behaving as if drunk,
snared by her feminine wiles,
paralysed by her clinging grasp,
shocked by her sudden forwardness.

I passed that way again today,
but they were gone, those lovers.
All that marked their passing
was his drained husk,
spinning madly in the wind
upon a broken and abandoned web.